LOCKE
Locke snaps his teeth at her, partially at a loss for words and partially because he can. It's not that he's intimidated except that he is. But who wouldn't be really? "Tha's kinda a weird requiremen' to get in your panties, isn't it?" That absolutely doesn't stop him from following her though. Weird as it might be. Does he linger behind her just a tad? Sure, but can you blame him?
He manages one last look before she's turning around, dart in her hand and his eyes linger on her lips. He's curious about all kinds of things suddenly. Especially with her offer. Does he want to win or does he kind of want to throw it just to see what she'd have him do? Options, options. But he takes her hand, giving it a firm shake and maybe letting his fingers linger just a moment to long. "Firs' ta two-hundred makes a bitch of the other. Sounds good to me." Didn't she say one thing? It's fine. He'll clarify later.
"Ladies first." Ever the gentleman, isn't he?
He manages one last look before she's turning around, dart in her hand and his eyes linger on her lips. He's curious about all kinds of things suddenly. Especially with her offer. Does he want to win or does he kind of want to throw it just to see what she'd have him do? Options, options. But he takes her hand, giving it a firm shake and maybe letting his fingers linger just a moment to long. "Firs' ta two-hundred makes a bitch of the other. Sounds good to me." Didn't she say one thing? It's fine. He'll clarify later.
"Ladies first." Ever the gentleman, isn't he?
I can taste you on my lips and smell you in my clothes
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
Cinnamon and sugary and softly spoken lies
